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Repeat Offenders and New Inventors

The other day I was listening to my (perfectly) curated “Fall Fall Fall” seasonal playlist made by yours truly on Spotify and as one of my favourite tunes came on I had this unexpected epiphany about the song that sent me into a spiral of random and interconnected thoughts about repetition. Herein is my attempt to summarize those thoughts in a (hopefully) coherent and eloquent manner for no reason other than getting it out of my brain and onto (virtual) paper. Let me repeat: This is random, but it is interconnected. Or if anything, it feels interconnected. Let’s start by playing this song on repeat:

This lovely track by The Morning Benders has been a favourite of mine for a few months – it inevitably makes it onto most of the playlists that I put together and whenever I hear it I always get all sorts of feels. It’s got all the good things you want to hear in a great song: A slow build up at the beginning, a rolling drum that prevails through the course of the 5 minutes of song, a bridge that sucks you in by dropping most of the instruments and focusing mainly on layered vocals before building back up with all the sounds… It’s a goodie. I’ve listened to it countless times (often on repeat) and love love love it. But something clicked for me the other day when it came on that I had never noticed before. Right around the 40 second mark, after that awesome introductory build up at the beginning of the song, the music swells with strings and a very familiar melody comes into play… Do you hear it?

Did I imagine it, or is there something resonating in those strings that sounds just a little like the strings in this endlessly classic love song? It isn’t exactly the same but there’s this slight familiarity that suddenly became very apparent to me in that moment and I haven’t been able to shake it since. This isn’t to say that I think “Excuses” is copying “At Last” – it’s been years since I’ve read sheet music but I’m sure if you put these two songs side by side they would differ – and it’s quite possible that nobody else will hear this the same way that I do. But to me, the connection is there and it only made me love the song even more.

This newly born enhanced admiration is fascinating. Why is it that I love something even more now that it reminds me of something else that I’ve loved for ages? Is it the familiarity? Is it like the comfort of an old and trusted friend? Is it the fact that repetition is something that I love and embrace whenever possible? I’m certainly guilty of incorporating repetition into my life on a regular basis – songs are repeated multiple times across the playlists that I create on Spotify, I’ve re-read books that I adore countless times (can I get an amen from other HP fans out there?), I will happily watch my favourite TV shows or movies multiple times to the point that I can throw out obscure quotes without any prompting, and I even feel the act of writing this blog to be one of the most feel-good repetitive activities in my life. And now, as I write these words, it is starting to occur to me that it’s not really surprising at all that I love repetition, because it allows me to fill my life with things that I know I adore with complete certainty.

If we apply this idea universally, I think it explains why we see (and more importantly, accept) repetition in so many areas of our lives. We all love the chorus of a song because it’s same words repeated over and over, allowing us to recognize, appreciate, and sing along. It seems like every other song on the radio these days includes a sample from an older song that we all know and love… And because these new artists are drawing from classics that are timeless, they are sure to pull in a wider audience – even the kids who don’t know the original may feel a nostalgic familiarity when they hear the music, perhaps from that one time on the radio when they were quite young or at a distance from an older sibling’s bedroom. Reboots of old movies and sequels seem to achieve the same thing – it’s like all of Hollywood collectively had a realization that remakes and extensions of stories = box office gold. What’s not to love? A classic story is timeless, so retelling it with a slightly new spin is just another way to relive it again and again.

In my English Literature days at university, one of my graduating seminar courses was all about those epic stories that we retell over and over thematically with only minor changes in the plot. The fight of good against evil. The flawed hero. The journey to a distant land and triumphant (or sometimes bittersweet) return home. The evolution of a character from naive youth to wise (or disillusioned) adulthood. Do we tell the same stories and love them unconditionally because their formulaic beginning, middle, and end are predictable but still surprising in their minor variances? What’s that saying? “We are creatures of habit.” We embrace the repetition because we know what to expect and are delighted when what we thought would happen transpires exactly as we predicted.

It’s such a funny concept, because we love that predictable and comfortable feeling of repetition but we are equally thrilled when we are presented with something completely new. Every album by Radiohead is drastically different than the last and nothing ever sounds like anything they’ve done before… And while that consistency of newness is an act of repetition in itself, that novelty produces a feeling unlike anything I can get out of listening to a favourite old song on repeat. The same goes for a film or any type of story that shocks us with a surprise ending or twist along the way that goes against the conventional story-telling that we’ve come to expect in our repeat-saturated society. I love a movie that ends with the main characters not reuniting after a ridiculously romantic grand gesture. I adore stories that end abruptly with no clear indication as to the resolution or aftermath of the climax. I like it when we abandon the repetition every now and then.

This tension between the conventional and unconventional has been on my mind for a few days. I know without question that I love repeat offenders. But I know that I have an equal passion for that which is brand new and unfamiliar – I’ve even written about embracing that type of discomfort on this very blog in the last year. And while the focus of this post has been purely around stories and music, my line of thinking extends to how we live our lives and interact with each other. So much has changed in my life in the last year and while I’ve settled into new routines (thereby grounding myself in repeating familiar daily and weekly activities), I’ve also found myself venturing into unknown territory that’s far from the standard mould of life that I (or society) believed was the only way of living. I followed one template for life (and lived it well) for many years and then it fell apart… Leading me to question if that template is the right one for me, or if there is a different template that exists that I ought to follow, or if I just need to live life without any template at all… Which would be a life of zero repetition in the act of doing things differently and embracing the new or unknown. (Scary! Maybe Exciting!)

As I run through the list of things that repeat in my life that I love passionately, #1 on the list has to be the changing of the seasons. The consistency of observing one season melt into the next is probably one of the most beautiful markers of the passage of time in my life. Spring will always follow Winter. The leaves will always change colour as Summer transitions to Fall. The sun will set in a different spot in the sky throughout the course of a year. In this corner of the world, I know with certainty that the seasons at their very core will always be a constant in my life and that’s incredibly comforting. But, at the same time, I know that every season will be a little bit different than the last… We can know without question that it will eventually snow here, but when and how much is unknown.

So maybe that’s the trick to finding a balance between repeat offenders and new inventors. We can embrace repetition by acknowledging and nodding to things that occurred in the past while simultaneously valuing and striving for something just a little bit different and somewhat new within the act of repeating. For all I know, “Excuses” is an intentional riff on “At Last” (I think that they are both hopelessly romantic in their own way within their respective eras). This blog is often an unintentional source of repetition – whenever I write a post, I question if I’ve used the same words too many times or if I’ve repeated certain phrases or ideas in older posts, but even in that doubt I know that there’s a unique story in every post, even when it refers back to something I’ve already spoken about. And anyway, I think I’ve decided that repetition isn’t necessarily a bad thing… In fact, I actively embraced it today. (Did you notice the repeated use of brackets? Didn’t I already have a blog post title that refers to repeat offenders? Did I use the word repetition a lot? Did I ask several open-ended questions?) Let me repeat: This is random, but it is interconnected.


Adventures in 2014

It is the beginning of another new year – unbelievable! Every year seems to go by faster than the last. Though January marks the start of the new year, I have always felt like September really signifies the start of something new. Perhaps this is because the first two thirds of my life were spent in school when September actually meant the start of a new (academic) year, or because the cold of the winter does not really feel like the most hospitable environment for growth or fresh starts (wouldn’t spring be more fitting?). Regardless, ringing in the New Year has never really been a priority for me, and the start of 2014 was no exception (my man, our animals, and me with a cold, assembled on our couch).

While this would usually be the opportune time to work on my resolutions for the months to come, this morning I found myself drafting a list of future posts and adventures I want to write about on this blog. Spoiler Alert: Pinterest will appear regularly. Low quality iPhone photos will persist in their attempt at appearing professional. I will continue to fight the good fight – trying to post once a week amongst the many distractions in my life.

So, to kick things off, let’s talk about why I love Pinterest. Though relatively new to me, it has quickly become a large part of my life – I like to think for the better. The initial appeal of this site was the obvious categories that I knew I would love (DIY & Crafts, Home Decor, Food & Drink). But I quickly learned that there was so much more to discover. Strange as it may sound, browsing pages of pins can sometimes be a transcendent experience, and I have found myself inspired countless times, in ways I would have never thought possible.

(In case you have been living under a rock, or are a late adopter like me: “Pinterest is a tool for collecting and organizing things you love.” –about.pinterest.com)

In the early days of my love affair with Pinterest, I created Food and Home boards, repinning anything that caught my eye. However it was my exploration of the Art, Design, and Architecture categories, and even the Everything category (aptly represented with an infinity icon) that led to the invention of one of my favorite boards that I’ve created: I Love This. It is comprised of a random collection of eye candy, things that inspire me, and (shameless) plugs for this blog.

Things that I love.

Things that I love.

There are many things on this board that I would love to write about, and some will be featured here in the future. The first is a very special pin that I created in my early days on Pinterest, and quite possibly the catalyst of this board, in that it is so random and would never fit anywhere else. It is…drum roll…a Narrative Organizer! (Spoiler Alert: Yes, I am a huge nerd, in case this was not already obvious.)

The Narrative Organizer from this blog caught my eye because it offers such a simple breakdown of how a good story is constructed. While this is clearly a teacher’s tool for elementary school, I loved it because it made the daunting task of writing a book seem less overwhelming. So months ago, I pinned it, thinking that it might come in handy one day. And now, at the start of 2014, after spending so much time writing with this adventure project, I feel that I have reawakened the nine year old nerd in me that wanted to be an author. And over the holidays, spent mostly with my two intelligent and beautiful sisters, I felt a spark. I got a glimmer of an idea. So I pulled up this pin, and did a little narrative exercise, mapping out what could be the bones of a book that I could write (if I had all the time in the world).

It was an entertaining and amusing exercise. And since then, I have started filling a notebook with more ideas, and fiddling with what might be a short story but could be the start of a chapter or two. My man has caught me staring into space more than once, as I’ve gotten lost in thoughts about where the plot could go and what the characters might do. While I do not know if anything will come of the scribbles in my little notebook, the act of writing and imagining has been invigorating, and I do not think it would have been possible without my discovery of a Narrative Organizer designed for children. Pinterest, who knew?

Winter is Coming.

"Winter is coming." George R. R. Martin's words for the Stark family and Canadians everywhere.

Winter is coming. George R. R. Martin’s words for the Stark family and Canadians everywhere.

Winter is coming, and I’ve got some preparing to do. Although fall has just begun and I love every second of the gorgeous leaves changing color and the crisp cool air, I know in my gut that winter is coming and I need to get ready. It’s time to pull out all my winter sweaters and clothing; to stack that pile of wood for the fire; to do some last minute insulation work in the porch. This will be our first winter with the newest addition to our family – Lily, a dog we rescued from the SPCA this summer. Besides a very serious need for real winter boots (UGG Boots simply will not do for walking wild Lily), my top priority is getting the mudroom winterized.

When we leave Lily home alone, we keep her in our mudroom/laundry room, which used to be the catch-all for everything we drag into the house. Now that a dog occasionally hangs out in there unsupervised, the room is pretty bare and I need to make good use of the closet and built-in cabinets that my man constructed around the washer and dryer. I’ve got big plans for the closet and hope to share that project on here soon – I want to try tiling all by myself which will certainly be an adventure since that work is always handled by my better half.

We’ve both been pretty busy with work, and this weekend was no exception. Given all my running around, I will keep this one short, but wanted to share a few random thoughts on why I love winter while hyping my upcoming tiling adventure (I predict lots of cursing and possibly dropping my phone in cement, but I think it will be a riot).

With the chilly nights rolling in and the sun setting earlier each night, I can already feel that freezing February air in my bones. And, while I dread the impending time change and darkness that follows, I am also a little excited. Fall is always a beautiful time of year, and the first few months of winter aren’t that bad (at least that’s what we tell ourselves in Canada). Plus, I know I will have somewhere to go on those short, bitterly cold dark winter days. I can meet up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the Forbidden Forrest; or I can check in with Bran, Arya, and the whole gang at Winterfell. Yes – I am a complete nerd and bookworm. Always have been, always will be. I adore a good story, whether in a book, on film, or even on TV. When the characters are interesting and the plot compelling, I can get completely sucked in and will happily fall into a world that isn’t my own.

The cold and snowy winter weather gives me the perfect reason to stay in and wander through Hogwarts, Westeros, Middle Earth, or any other world I happen upon. So while I might complain about the shorter days and having to layer clothes to keep warm, secretly, I love the opportunity to escape to places created by someone’s imagination. Until then, I’ve got work to do, and a mudroom closet to tackle – stay tuned!